him quizzically.

"Your punishment? Why, certainly. To your God, if you like. But let us
get down to business. You are nervous. Quite natural. When I was an
irresponsible student, I killed a servant for waking me on the morning
after a spree. I remember I was nervous for weeks. Now sit still. Calm
yourself. Let me think for you. In fact, while we've been chatting, I
_have_ thought for you."

The chief leaned back in his chair and placed his finger-tips together.

"Listen. When it becomes necessary, I shall block all roads--all exits
from the city--by telegraph. There is one highway--the road into the
interior--without telegraph as yet. We should never think of blocking
that.

"Now, as to time available. Let us be on the safe side. You must get
away to-morrow. You have horses, a wagon, stable-hands. Have you a tent?
I will lend you one--a large bell tent.

"Now, as to affairs--your property in this town. You will sign papers
making your friend Lawyer Lima. Rodolpho and me joint trustees. He is my
bitterest enemy, and I am his. In this way you can rest assured that
neither of us will rob you."

Leighton made a deprecating gesture. The chief raised his hand and
smiled.

"Ah," he said, "do not rob me of that thought. It was a stroke of
genius. Between us," he continued, "we will advance you all the money
you will need for a year. By that time we can send you more." He rose,
and held out his hand. "Now, my friend, go, and God go with you!"

Leighton took the chief's hand.

"Good-by. I--I thank you."

"Not at all," said the chief, with a hearty grip. "To-morrow, eh? Get
away to-morrow."

Leighton walked out and home in a daze. The remembrance of the agony in
which he had resigned himself to the abandonment of his family, to
notoriety, disgrace, and retribution, clung to him. What had seemed a
nightmare, with an awakening bound to come, now became a waking dream,
more terrible, because no dawn could give it end.

But the chief had been wise. He had left Leighton no time for disastrous
introspection. Action, work, that sovereign antidote for troubled minds,
seized upon him. He told Mrs. Leighton in as few words as possible what
had happened.

She, too, was dazed by the chief's philosophy of friendship.

"But, Orme----" she began.

"I know, I know, Ann," he interrupted. "Only, we haven't time to think
now, nor time to talk. Call mammy. Remember, we have but the one wagon.
Pack carefully."

He himself hurri